The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

recoiled, my

insult stung, but the worst part was the twisted flicker of excitement that pulsed through me

body’s betrayal, how it craved for any touch, any relief, even from those

ragged and I

too much and my mind was fogged by

friends jeered, their taunts mingling with the

her,” one of

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

boy stepped forward and ran his index finger on my

it, tears burned in my eyes – I wished I

tongue up and down

voice dripped with false sympathy

do anything

right, Lyla? Do you want me

anymore, I pushed through them before he could finish speaking, stumbling as I tried to

could feel eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter

get away, to find somewhere

a solid wall of muscle and staggered

my lips but

the amber-eyed

gaze locked onto mine with a mix

was even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an

collective hush fell over the room as everyone turned

could feel their stares and a sickening dread

eyes drifted to his signet on the third finger of his left

but not just any

of the White Moon Throne – the highest

pounded as I realized the gravity of

the most powerful man in my world, with

a reprimand or

the punishment for uncontrolled heat cycles especially

condition is seen as a disgrace, a shame that could bring down

were intense, a deep amber that seemed to see right

condemnation, his gaze held

up from

He asked, his voice sending shivers

against my arm and my breath hitched again as I struggled to find my

but my body chose that moment to betray

of heat crashed over me,

him, my vision blurring

caught me, his grip was

bodies were impossibly close now and I could feel the hard planes of his chest

cheeks flushed and found his gaze fixed on me

Time seemed to slow.

fading into the background as I

a flash of something raw